Gold all in my chain. Gold all in my rangs. Gold all in my beard. Don’t believe me jus watch.
r.i.p Austin Peralta.
As far as i can remember, Austin was there with me for the beginning of my musical launch into the unknown, and, even further beyond its beginnings. No matter where I went he wanted to go with me. i loved him like he was another brother in the Bruner family. the last words i heard to my young friend were from my older brother Ronald after lightly fighting in front of bar marmot were “i would never hurt you, i love you.” it was always a reminder to him that no matter how far he went there was always someone there to catch him. he was the jondy, and the eagle that i always would joke about. one of my closest friends ever.